twenty-five ➢ private + spam

[patheticvillain]

private } chris

Hey.

private } vesper

sorry i scared you

spam } open. eeeeesh.

[Cassel spends the weekend and the first couple of days after Elena's outed pretty much just hiding in his room. He'll open the door to some people right away, some after a little persuasion, and completely ignore others.]

[After that, he starts picking up his shifts in the gym again, although he tends not to do much looking people in the eye. He can also be found scuttling away from social interaction in the dining hall.]

Comments

private

[patheticvillain]

i know what i'm like, like that

private

[bitteraftertaste]

Don't take this the wrong way, Cassel, but we're not the same person.

private

[patheticvillain]

[He switches to voice.]

I mean I know that I'm fucked up when I act like I did.

Anyway. If you don't worry about you, then I'm gonna.

private

[bitteraftertaste]

I appreciate it, even if I still think it's unnecessary.

But I suppose you probably think it's unnecessary for me to worry about you, most of the time.

private

[patheticvillain]

I'm still gonna do it, even if you don't think it's necessary. And I am sorry. I don't like that shit, I hate it, I don't want you to see that part of me.

private

[bitteraftertaste]

Then you're lucky I've had plenty of exposure to who you actually are.

private

[patheticvillain]

[Oh god Vesper why would you say that he's not crying there's just something in his eye.]

I, um.

I should go.

private

[bitteraftertaste]

[BECAUSE IT'S TRUE, DO YOU NEED A HUG.]

Alright. [She gets needing space, even though she sort of doesn't want to let him just run and hole up somewhere.] Let me know if you need anything, please.

private

[patheticvillain]

Okay. I will.